As her roar strengthened with the life energy in her blood advanced towards Alyon, a path formed among the Neo-Orc Army soldiers. The mutated orcs noticing the danger instinctively chose to flee, but Alyon saw fit to respond with his black energy.
Blood red and black wanted to overpower each other; they pushed their limits for ten seconds. It was a battle of equal powers; no matter how much they pushed, neither side would be able to take the upper hand. Indeed, when another ten seconds passed, both energy waves lost their power and mixed into the air.
"What did you do to Alyon?"
White Well didn't answer; instead, ten orc warriors dashing forward within the hundred-person unit pointed their weapons at Nafız. The Blood God swung one hand backward, and Wrestler entered inside the Blood Dome again; the key point of this battle was his health, otherwise, Alyon could take irreversible damages.
Before Nafız brought her arm she swung backward to its former place, she saw someone was there; one of the mutated orcs had managed to come one step away from her in the blink of an eye. This warrior, equipped with a dagger which was a weapon suitable for its speed, was about to land its blow, but the one opposite it was the Blood God too.
Along with the knee strike, it was hurled meters away, and after hitting the wall of the underground facility, it reached the ground by sliding downwards. It tried to stand up, made an effort to attack again, but it was in vain; the knee strike had been enough to break all the bones in its upper body.
"Repair work came up again! Perhaps after producing a bit more Neo-Orc warriors, I need to scrap the relatively low-quality ones!"
White Well, not answering Nafız's question, didn't see any harm in talking to himself. While he thought out loud about the mutated warrior one step away from death, the remaining nine warriors also took action.
Three of them were as talented in speed as the one taking the blow just a moment ago; even though no elemental energy glitters were seen on their weapons, Nafız didn't drop her guard. She challenged them at their own game; after stomping her right foot hard on the ground, she mixed among them, and they began to decide who was faster.
In these moments, the other six warriors were watching the struggle with full attention; it was certain they would attack in case they found the slightest opening, and one of them began to throw the throwing knives by taking them out of inside its flesh, which was the place it hid them.
The small knives in its forearm set off along with swinging its arm; if you didn't look carefully, it was impossible for you to understand where they came from. Nafız, keeping her perception on the others too, changed her position as soon as she noticed this; the knives missing her shattered, leaving a green smoke after crashing into the Blood Dome.
"It uses poison, and the knives come out of its flesh. Either the flesh or the blood of this orc carries a poison feature!"
These were the things passing through Nafız's mind, but she didn't allow herself to think much either because a mace with sharp thorns on its surface was above her head. The shadow created by the round part of the weapon was large enough to trap Nafız's whole body inside, just like the noise it made when it hit the ground.
Now, rock pieces also joined the speed dance of the three Neo-Orcs and the Blood God, and this change would benefit Nafız the most. The mutated orcs were fast; while dealing with three of them at the same time, also keeping an eye out for the surprise attacks of the others was a matter of skill, but just like the Apostle, they also had a weakness. They had almost no battle experience.
The rock pieces emerging after the attack of the other warrior, who was on the same side, had no importance for the three speed-type orcs, but their enemy wouldn't forget to turn this into an opportunity. Nafız, making a direct strike at the rocks, used them like bullets; there were more than one holes in the bodies of the Neo-Orc warriors who never expected this attack.
When four members of the ten-person force were disabled within a few minutes, White Well's face fell. Perhaps he didn't expect them to kill the Blood God, but it was obvious he didn't guess they would be disabled this easily either.
"This is exactly why Bookworm was needed! Not a warrior, I wanted a commander who could make the others fight!"
Only he himself could best know the weakness of the Neo-Orc warriors he created with his own hands. His angry attitudes were because this was discovered very easily, because for Nafız, who saw the weakness once, the battle was over at that moment. She dashed directly at them; she practically made the mutated orcs, who cooperated only at a simple coordination level, kill each other.
"Are you going to conquer the Orc Steppes with these? And you also plan to kill the Khan. Let alone reaching him, you cannot even bypass the centurions with this trash!"
White Well, who concluded that the orc she pasted to one of the walls of the facility with a single blow was repairable, couldn't say this for her nine currently lying on the ground. Nafız didn't hesitate to kill those she saw as enemies even if they belonged to the same race, and next in line was the Chief Researcher.
"How confident you are in yourself! I know who you are, you are one of the two people who ensured the Orc Empire was reborn from its ashes. The ruthless one of the two orc war chiefs whose origins and how they became this strong are unknown, Nafız!
Even your name is weird; I have neither heard, nor read, nor seen an orc having such a name before! Besides, your movement style and mindset resemble a human more than an orc; I can't help wondering if you might be something created by the previous generation of researchers!"
White Well didn't compromise on his audacity; when Nafız examined him, she saw a weak human she could cut into several pieces with a single blow, but if he could speak like this, he definitely had a secret trump card.
"You killed ten Neo-Orc warriors like nothing, you managed to find their weak points in a short time. I was looking for a leader to rule them exactly for this reason; your student was my first choice, but look at what I was able to get instead. His incomplete, inadequate father possessing limited abilities!"
Nafız's blood arrows were fired one after another; when did she take her bow into her hand, when did the arrows come right before White Well's eyes, it was unknown. Despite this, the Chief Researcher wasn't panicking, and the reason became clear within a second.
Three orcs stepping in front of him were meeting the incoming attack with their arms turned into green shields, and the black energy on their bodies wasn't something to be missed. It was impossible for them to possess this; this was a privilege provided by Alyon.
"While we are at it, let me answer your question too; you asked what did you do to Alyon, right? Actually, this is something you are not very unfamiliar with; I know you have personally seen it before. You will find it immediately when you think about it. It is enough to look back at the Orc Steppes, to a merchant city there!"
Nafız's eyebrows, curved like a bow, frowned; her back hunched; she knew the place he mentioned was Niconya, but what kind of connection could this man have with the things that happened there? In a very short time, she investigated dozens of possibilities, weighed them, and as a result, a single name remained in her mind, Godfrey!
"You must know who I am talking about. You know, that stupid guy you controlled for years, what was his name, something with God, but anyway, it doesn't matter. The truly important one was the person called Gulag, but when I understood what happened, the Khan had already banned entries and exits to the continent.
Fortunately, Godfrey's father had to make some concessions to maintain his position, and I caught the opportunity to talk a bit and conduct plenty of experiments with his son, who turned into a puppet under the control of orcs for years.
It would be tremendous if I found the actual drug, but I thought I managed to make something similar to it from the residual substances left in his brain, and today I saw I truly managed this. The battle here is its final experiment, Nafız; the day I will record that Alyon, who was once your friend, is my puppet, is today!"